Xiang Xue Ting arrived as swiftly as a bolt of lightning.
Although she was still in plain clothes, her movements exuded the striking and formidable air of an ancient female general leading her troops into battle.
She rushed into the room and immediately noticed the wound on Yang Fan's waist, her eyebrows furrowed instantly, "Are you crazy? In this condition and you're not rushing to the hospital, why are you still here? Do you have a death wish?"
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. I want to wait until the dust settles before going," Yang Fan shook his head and said.
Xiang Xue Ting rolled her eyes in frustration, "What else is there? You were chased and killed, then you defended yourself and killed in retaliation, that's it! What's there to wait for? Let's go, let's go, I'll call an ambulance for you."
"But the person behind them is Chen Zhong," Yang Fan said calmly.
